Instead, you just hold her against you, gently tracing figure-eights over her bare back.
After a few minutes, you part from her, giving her a gentle kiss as you withdraw. She looks back at you with lidded eyes, seeming to have regained some of her courage.
"Thanks, Taylor," she breathes. You nod, and she gives you a flirtatious grin. "You're not going to take a better look?" she asks teasingly.
More seriously, you shake your head. "Not today," you tell her, and lean in to steal another kiss. "Another day, yeah, but I don't want to spoil it today by perving on you."
Her grin is softer again this time. "You wouldn't spoil it," she protests, but you note that she does look a little relieved as she begins to pull her bra back on. "I did choose to show you, after all. You could have looked more."
You just shake your head. "Another day," you repeat.
She gives you a warm look, then clips her bra back on and pulls you over to her. You allow her to move you, although you're pretty sure that if she put any strength into it you would've been forced to go regardless. She leans down and gives you a kiss, one you eagerly return. When she parts, it's with a happy look on her face, and slightly flushed lips. She licks them before she says anything. "Well," she says huskily, "I'm busy most days, but if you ever want me to come over and give you another look, I have a standing date with Dean on Wednesdays. I'll drop it and come over to your place if you want me to."
You hum and give her another kiss, not saying anything.
You're pretty sure you'll take her up on the offer, though.
The two of you retain enough presence to not get too caught up in each other. You mess around for a little, letting her pull on her shirt and kissing her enough to smear her lipstick, but you're careful not to get drawn into it enough that you're late for your date with Madison.
At about twenty minutes to five, Victoria gives you a final kiss and pulls her head away with a regretful sigh before scooping you up into her arms. You make sure to pick up your bag, then give her directions to a street near the outdoor cinema, where she sets you down in the closest alley. She gives you one last kiss before tapping at her watch and smirking. "You have my number," she reminds you. "Call me or text me any time you want."
You wave goodbye at her, then begin trudging off to the theatre.
When you get there, two minutes before five, you find Madison already standing at the entrance, rubbing her bare arms. Her face lights up when she sees you, and she waves energetically at you.
"Hi, Taylor!" she says happily when you get close enough to hear her over the cars passing by. "You made it!"
"Of course I did." You let go of the bag with one hand, then reach over and pull her into a hug that she happily settles into. "I'm not going to miss out on a date with my Madison, am I?"
She shakes her head. "Noo," she moans a little teasingly. "Never." You tighten your hug around her, pleased that she understands, then guide her over to the entrance.
The clerk waves you through with a bored expression. It is a free showing of the movie tonight, after all— something you're pretty sure the cinema has designed to try and draw people in. It would probably help if they picked more popular movies to show, though, you conclude when you finally head in. There's only a couple of people in here alongside you, each of them sitting in their cars and more focused on the people in the cars with them than anything else around. Which is good, because it'd be hard to do what you have planned if everyone was watching you.
You lead Madison to the most secluded place you can find— an area behind a small tree, one of five that dot a line across the back of the area. Once, they might have formed an attractive decoration, but they haven't been trimmed or cut back in years. Their branches reach out, detracting from the movie theatre's appearance.
Still, it suits your purposes. You move behind it, then sit down and spread your legs. Madison goes to take her seat without prompting, but you hold up your hand, forestalling her. "Hold on," you say. "I've got something for you." She looks at you curiously, but her curiosity morphs to shock and happiness when you pull out the jacket you'd purchased earlier.
"Taylor!" she squeals happily. "You bought it!"
You nod confidently. "Of course. I told you I would, Maddie. Now, are you ready?"
She bites her lower lip, looking anxiously around the park. Then, she seems to gather her courage. "Yeah," she squeaks out, and promptly begins to take her shirt off.
Before you take your own shirt and jacket off, you reach into the bag and take the jacket out. Then you take your own jacket off, folding it neatly and placing it in the bag, and take your shirt off, doing the same with it. By the time you're done, Madison is shivering in front of you, holding her own neatly folded shirt and bra out. You take them, placing them in the bag, then spread your legs again. She quickly takes her seat, and you press a kiss against the side of her head. It's nice to feel Madison's warm back pressed against your chest.
"Okay," you murmur in her ear. You place the jacket around yourself, then run one hand down her arm, drawing a shiver out of her. "You're going to have to put your arms in the sleeves. Can you do that for me?" She nods, her eyes fluttering closed. It's surprisingly difficult for her to get both her arms through them, but she manages. The back of the jacket stretches tightly against your back. "Now, you need to do the jacket up." Again, it's surprisingly difficult to do so. The jacket is tight around you, but not so tight that you can't manoeuvre your arms around if you want. She manages it, though.
Her breath is coming faster. It's a little curious. You wrap your arms tightly around her stomach and whisper to her, "So this is your fantasy, huh?"
She nods, squeezing her eyes closed. "Y— yeah," she manages.
"Hm." You gently run one of your fingers down her sides. She jerks at the movement and lets out a little moan. "Well, I'm enjoying it. I'm curious, though, why this fantasy in particular?"
Madison fights off another little moan as your breath tickles her ear. "I just-" She swallows. "I just like, um, being close to you. Feeling like, um. We're connected, physically. Like I..." She trails off into a hiss, her eyes dazed for a moment before regaining some clarity. "Like I can't... get away from you. Like-"
You move your head down and quickly kiss her neck, just beneath her ear. She trails off into another audible moan. Geez, she's even getting off on telling you about why she's getting off. "Go on," you prompt her after a few moments, when her breathing has eased some.
"Ah..." She attempts to lean back further into you, but there's no room for her to move further back. She's pressed as tightly against you as she possibly can be right now. "I, ah, I like feeling like, like you've trapped me." She reaches down and grabs your hands through the jacket. You can't feel it, but you think she's drawing some comfort from the make-do hand-holding. Or maybe she's just getting off on that, too. It's hard to tell when her cheeks are this flushed and her breathing is ragged. "It's so... so sexy to feel like you're h-holding on to me, like I couldn't g-get away, even if I wanted to. Which I d-don't. B-but it feels so good to feel like y-you're h-holding me down. M-making me yours." She's panting so hard by the end that you're actually a little worried. Admitting this aloud, to your face, is doing a lot for her.
You don't say anything for a few moments, just stroke her sides and give her the chance to calm down a bit before you respond. You wait for her breathing to settle some, until you're no longer half-afraid that she's going to twist herself until she can just start grinding on your knee right here, then you speak into her ear. "But you are mine," you murmur, and lean down to kiss her neck.
"I know." She screws her eyes closed even tighter. "I know. But I like feeling it."
"Okay. Okay." You kiss her neck again. "I'm glad I can do that for you, then."
She nods. Her eyes flutter open for a moment, and she turns her head almost ninety degrees. A soft whine escapes her when she can't turn her head far enough to kiss you, so you oblige yourself, shifting as far to the side as you can so you can try and meet her in a kiss. It's messy and awkward, and you bash your teeth and noses together twice. But eventually your mouths meet, and you're glad that you're sitting down, because you're pretty sure that the needy moan that escapes her at the kiss would make you go weak at the knees with desire.
It's a nice feeling, to kiss Madison when you can still taste Victoria on your lips. Madison doesn't seem to mind the taste, if the way she sucks on your upper lip is any indication. There's no way she can mistake the taste for being you. You don't taste like cherry, like Victoria does. She's settling in, then. Going on this date with her, right after declaring that you would, must have done a lot to settle her nerves about her role as one of your girlfriends.
It's uncomfortable for the both of you to keep your heads twisted like that, so you break the kiss off soon, nudging her until she's looking towards the screen. Then, you slip your hands up her chest and cup her breasts, playing with them— only lightly. You don't want to reduce her to a moaning, squirming mess again just yet; you just want keep her nice and wet for you for when you return home.
The movie has a runtime of a little over an hour and a half, giving you plenty of time to play with her. It's hard to resist pushing her a little, but honestly, you almost think that you could just leave your hands by your sides and she'd still be ready for you by the time you get home. Almost. Madison isn't the only person who finds the concept of owning her to be erotic, though.
You don't even know what the movie about. Honestly, you kind of doubt Madison watched a single minute of it either.
So when it ends, the both of you are surprised. You try to jerk away, but all you end up doing is dragging Madison backwards a little, causing her to shiver again and then let out an awkward laugh. You pinch her nipple reprovingly, then settle down.
"Undo the zipper." You whisper the order from behind her, punctuating it with a kiss to the back of her head. She does so eagerly, allowing you to slip the jacket awkwardly over you and settle over Madison's back, leaving you naked from the waist up to anyone who looks. You shiver a little and hurriedly pull the first shirt you find out— Madison's— and pull it on. It's a bit small for you, but it'll do. You don't really want to strip down again when any of the other people here could turn around and see you— and besides, your girl is looking at you with smoky eyes. It looks like she enjoys it when you wear her clothes.
You do her zipper up for her, then pull her to her feet and give her a quick kiss. "Come on," you murmur. "It's time to go home."
She trails along behind you, clutching tightly to your hand. There's a bus stop only a couple of stops away— you'd made sure to check in case Victoria would be busy today.
She doesn't protest when you pay for her ticket, just cuddles up to you on the bus seat. You let her lean into you, gently stroking her hair as she stares adoringly up at you from her position resting her head on your shoulder.
Neither of you comment about Madison tasting Victoria on your lips. If she wants to bring it up, you'll tell her, but you're not sure it's a good idea for you to just casually bring her up just before having sex with your girl. You settle for just massaging her scalp and humming to yourself.
It's getting close to half past seven when the bus pulls up near your home. You get up, trying to stretch your shoulders as best you can in the limited bus space, then pull your girl up with you, disembark from the bus, and head home.
You pull her against you for a moment once you're inside, giving her another kiss on the top of her head. "Okay. We should eat before we start anything. Is there anything you'd like?"
"Oh!" She spins around, looking at you. "Um, I'll cook if you like. Any time, really."
"That's okay." You give her an easy smile. "You can help me if you want, but we don't have very much, so it shouldn't be complicated. I was thinking just spaghetti and some vegetables, if you're okay with that? I think we have some pasta sauce, too. No mince, though, so we'll be eating vegetarian tonight."
Madison stares at you for a moment. You can't tell whether she looks concerned, stricken or happy. "Um, that sounds okay," she says. "I'll help you if that's okay."
You shrug. "Okay."
Honestly, it's not too difficult. You don't have very many vegetables in the fridge— half a capsicum, some broccoli, an unopened packet of green beans and half a packet of carrots— so it's not like you're overwhelmed with choice. The two of you get to work, and within half an hour, it's all done and ready to eat. Hopefully Dad goes shopping before he comes home tomorrow, this is sad even for you.
Once you've placed your bowl on the table and cracked a little pepper over it, you sit down in your chair. Madison sits down opposite you, looking a little nervous.
"Okay," you say, stabbing your fork into your spaghetti. "We should probably talk about this before we do it."
"Talk?" Madison shrinks down into her chair. "W-what do you mean?"
You spin your spaghetti around on your fork, but don't eat it just yet. "I want to have sex tonight," you say frankly. "With you. But I don't want to do it if it'll make you uncomfortable." Then, you finally eat the spaghetti on your fork. It's bland. Damn it.
She shakes her head frantically once you've finished explaining. "No, that's good!" she practically yells. "That doesn't make me uncomfortable. I— I really want that, actually." She trails off, blushing as she pokes at her spaghetti.
You quickly chew and swallow your food, then begin wrapping more spaghetti around your fork. "Okay. I'm glad to hear that." You set your fork down on the side of your bowl. "But we do need to talk about it then, Madison."
She swallows nervously. "Um, why? Can't we just..." Her face turns redder, and she trails off.
"No," you say calmly. "You can have casual sex, but when it's between two people who care about each other, sex is a very emotional thing." At least, you have to imagine so. Given the feelings that are stirred in you when you're just playing around, you can't imagine just fucking her and being done with it. "And it's easy to hurt each other or push one of us too far if we get into it." Again, you have to imagine so. It's not like you've done it before, you've just spent way too much time reading up on it. "So before we do anything, we should set boundaries and make sure we know how to take care of each other."
